Comic Book Characters Imagines

Tony Stark - Iron Man

Blasts fire at Tony Stark as Jarvis arms himself with a revolver pistol. Scaling the wall you shoot webs into eyes of mutants pouncing on them from a distance.

"Should we regroup sir?" Jarvis' held to the wall, gouging the eyes of his attacker, using telekinesis you unarm the man and throw a punch square in his jaw.

Tony takes flight obliterating all in his wake using the operations of his armoured suit. "No, Jarvis. This tower has survived alien attacks, it will outlast a small rebellion." He says.

You start to feel protective over his motives. Deflecting a punch at your stomach you swing a roundhouse kick at a temple, spinning round in time to dodge a flying arrow.

Following the source you notice all the buildings outside Stark Tower is blanketed in wall scaling mutants with animal like behavior. "Tony, there's more. Where are you?" You call, no response in return.

Jarvis shoots at the ceiling forcing material to cave in on the blood thirsty rebels. You fight your way through the mass of lifeless bodies scattered on the floor, staining the marble red.

Tony struggles with his suit operations in attempt to ward off the countless attacks damaging his defenses. You assist him, pulling back four mutants with your webs wrapping them in a restraining cocoon.

He refuses to meet your eyes, removing his mask,"I got things covered..." blue ink of slime consistency smears his neck. "Tony..." Your heart sinks as blue veins near the unknown substance become prominent, stretching across his face.

Tony's pupils dilate enlightening a shade of blue. "Tony?" You fear you've lost him. His jaw slacks and his breathing decreases to an unconscious pace.

"Mutant Rebellion." He says in an unfamiliar tone rebooting his suit and returning his mask over his face.

You refuse to lose him without a fight, crouching in a lethal stance as Tony's suit levitates preparing for battle.

He fires rays from his lethal hands, skimming over your wings and ramming the rebels clawing Jarvis' tuxedo.

"Tony, hear my voice! It's me! (Y/N)-" He throws a hook fist at your side, you sprawl to the opposite tower end knocking wind form your lungs.

Sparking retaliation you shoot webs blinding his sight, he stumbles in attempt to find his feet while wiping his eyes.

You climb the wall, pouncing upon his sturdy shoulders tightening your leg muscles round his throat, choking the substance in his system.

"What's my name!?" Your motives are driven by pure adrenaline removing his mask, holding yourself in a seated position on his shoulders.

"Mutant Rebellion." Tony finds your thighs tugging them open as he coughs, gasping for air. "Shut up!" Covering his mouth and nose with your open hand, his eyes widen in desperation.

"What's my name!?" Your focus on Tony leaves you oblivious and susceptible to attacks by mutants.

Jarvis' shirt nips his skin on the torso area stained crimson red as aftermath of sustained injuries. "Initiate lockdown!" He commands.

Stark Tower's defense units automatically lodge three force field walls spaced along the large floor space as of immediately. Tony's grip loosens on your legs, his blue pupils fading a darker shade back to black.

Searching the wall at your back, you ease your fingertips to support your weight, you relax your leg muscles attaching them to the wall as Tony's body falls limp on the marble. You find a hideout in the upper ceiling shadow, tight against the concrete walls observing Tony awaking from unconsciousness.

Bullets and blasts rebound off the force field, drowning the sounds of ultimate suffering and collateral damage leaving the room silent.He splutters, raising to a crouched position leaning hands on his knees to catch his breath. You peer from the shadows, inspecting his mannerisms from afar.

All the while you wonder if you lost him. Your heart flutters at the possibility of Tony's rehabilitation as he stands swaying uneasy.

His jaw has returned to its relaxed state, engulfed in dark brown facial hair casting a shadow over his features. "(Y/N)?" He turns a full circle dazed with grogginess.

You crawl to hover atop him, fog appearing on his helmet from your breath. Tony fumbles for his mask, scraping the blue slime from his skin in agitation. "(Y/N)? The mutants..." He scans the walls and ceilings focusing his attention on you, his intense stare a trademark of Tony Stark's success.

"You." He says, exasperated. Suspended on the wall you stick your fingertips on his chest forcing his back to the wall.

"Me." You say, angling your head to suit the shape of his lips, pursuing to lean unless he protests. To your surprise he accepts.

Tony leads the kiss, proving years of experience is best to act upon. As a sign of weakness you give in to the graceful experience. Mutants threaten to destroy the foundations under Stark Tower, all the while you pondered in your thoughts towards Iron Man.

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